Losing My Favorite Puppy Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

Hours and hours of waiting to see
To see if my puppy will see me
A black haired Columbian terrier
small but agile and high, none merrier

Finally the word, i went
From hours of driving i was spent
over 1,000 miles totally wrought
Doing what i oughtn't not

black hair soft skin i know i cannot win
My puppy is 21 i am 42
She looks up at me with those big eyes and sighs
I look down at her and grin and take her for a spin

Dancing and driving and drinking and drugs
Who decides and who will judge?
My puppy and I getting quite high
Ecstasy and a crystalline alkaloid
to leave us our pains quite devoid

My puppy and I now quite high
Proceed to make love until we die
My puppy and I slither and slide
enjoying each others pleasure ride

Until the fateful contact comes
i cannot see you i am done
You treat me bad i know it why?
So puppy decides to say goodbye

I sigh i cry i dont know why
i try to die i fly away high
Puppy and I puppy and I


No more soft wet kiss with lip gloss cheek
I cry and cry because i am weak

No more tickles no more tongue or purple grapes
No more drying us off with the drapes

No more toes and no more nose
No more bathing in a young girls delightful throes
Here come the woes